Therapy for whom???

Therapy
My legacy
Xhanging minds
Is therapy

Didn't think it be this way
Not the undeveloped me
I could never see this day
See this way

Therapy
It has eveloped me
Taken over my life til my friends are hurt with jealousy

Constantly working in secrecy
I hold all the secrets indefinitely
Infinitely
Clients pose all these questions to insist in me.....
I question sometime
Cuz i'm only starting to see the best in me

It used to worry me
Till it encouraged me
Wrapped me.in a warm blanket thoroughly

I go through life thoroughly
I need me to further encourage me...

I used to be abused, still have an attitude
my writing is my gratitude
I can never be mad at you because god allows my heart to be light
That's why it's pouring tonight

My coming to realizations made the angels cry, the Thunder cry
And the lightning singe my mind

The rain still fell....
Danced, swinging from a chandelier

I threw up this blurb

I take the dress off
negros repressed of
simply neglect of
what is real to regret on.....
it's the scheme of things
the reem of things but no matter how fast the light travels darkness is always there first

No need to be

I'm on fire

I'm on fire
Its not what you desire but its worth my empire..
The shadowed domes we call home
Penitentiary is what we call home
Why can't the boundaries of our environment remain zoned

Its situblown....
Population who has no homes
Shit in the back
Let me rewind back on the new jim crow laws that are now intact

Nobody has your back and 1964 voting rights estinguished and phazed off the map
But you tell me this trap is this trap
And this gak might move back and my trigger finger is on the trigger and I can't pull it

Use your knowledge for real shit.
Its real kid...we did a bid kid...trying to inform you of the art of playing war but you saw only a fraction of the piece I'm a fraction of the beast he made me able to hide...come and seek

My lord.

He has taken the wheel he knows the deal and the ideals i spill

I'm a make you know it dont seem real but it is indeed real

Let's stop being statistics

Let's test our transitions....lead others to real shit
..shit they can build with...
Lets build it....

If you build it they will come

Who's in??!!

I write because....

I write because its not right
This is not life
Institutions lacking insight
Incapacitated finite
Systems needing a rewrite

Cutting off the oxygen

I can't breathe.........

Right......

Exhaling the fumes of the classes
Capitalistic socioeconomical travesties
Right in front of our faces

Bounded by the bondage of repression..of the oppression instilled in our brains and running deep within our veins
only to be shaded by the materialistic...unrealistic mirages of a false truth of what success looks like

Im confused
Walk around selfishly involved
social media revolved
While problems remained unsolved
Our communities dying but no one wants to be involved or freaking evolve
So we can evolve and stop being slaves
To a nature imprinted on us through the lens of a camera

The mark of the beast is here

No one......

This life waits for no one
I encountered and am done

With the false pretenses of being whole
I need........my soul
Indeed to
Hold

Id rather come up short than be bamboozled

I can't be true to
A person that questions as much as you do

Or have use to
Something that's on the move too

Harboring off this boat
I could but I wont...be good but I wont
Its okay i'm up now

The A train from brooklyn

This train sheds hope to...but its running local...I try to be vocal....but that shit usually hurt you.
Desert you...it don't deserve you...it can never deserve you

Rocking off the base of the slow down...this train won't slow down this train is so now....this game is so now...the drain of the words I am saying are so.... how....so go on how?

You know how
Bro brow....singing no
how did this lead me to know how.....

Listening....

The drum of the bum and the song of that one mixing this is mixing
this is loves
on a train and im bout to be remiscing....

reflections of a tattoo

I used to have the blues
life is letting me be aright
see alright
tear off this cardigan to ride in the wind and be alright

i see my life...its a fickle life in a fickle strife
to be there twice when you indeed one life
proactive none reactive
individually
resist in action

I'm wired
transpired
hoping to glance higher
to plan higher

to reach the debt of my love and be equal cause...cuz....yes it does......cuz..its still because cuz.....
such a good kisser
but are we all lost stars...

i think we are